In the Eyes of Crazy(8)

When he walked in, he found Land standing by the couch, looking very uncertain, and holding his shirt in front of his groin. Payson would have reminded Land that he’d already seen his dick, but figured that would have the opposite effect when he really wanted to put him at ease.

Maybe if I’m naked, too, he thought, realizing he still had all his clothes on.

First, he slipped the DVD into the player and got it rolling. A man in a security uniform—gray shirt, black slacks, a black cap, and a utility belt complete with gun and nightstick—stood beside a desk and chair.

Having seen it, numerous times, Payson knew that soon a shorter, slender man all in black and holding a painting would come streaking across the screen. The security guard would take him down, and the fun would begin.

He turned from the screen and grinned when he saw Land’s wide eyes fixed on the screen. Payson pulled his shirt over his head then dropped it on a couch and removed his boots. When he stood up, he realized Land’s focus had returned to him. Payson smiled, pleased.

Unbuttoning his fly, Payson let his erection press the flaps apart. Land gasped, and Payson knew he’d caught sight of the piercings on his dick. He didn’t normally care what lovers thought about his fetish, but he had to admit, seeing the fascinated expression on Land’s face was a relief.

“Did those hurt?” Land whispered, his gaze locked on Payson’s cock as he slid the pants off and kicked them aside.

Payson chortled as he stalked toward his lover. “Only in the best possible ways. It gives me and my partner extra stimulation,” he told him. He grabbed Land’s shirt from his hand and tossed it aside. He ignored the human’s surprised gasp, gripped his hip and stepped close together. Grabbing both their cocks, he pressed them together and stroked.

Delicious tingles worked up and down his shaft from where the Jacob’s Ladder and Prince Albert piercings stimulated him. Land moaned, telling Payson how much he enjoyed the extra pressure of the small metal balls running up the length of his dick, too.

“These will feel amazing pegging your gland, lover,” Payson growled. His canines tingled, startling him with the desire to let them extend so he could sink them into Land’s neck.

Mate!

His hyena yipped excitedly in his mind.

Payson groaned, completely on the same page with his animal. They’d make this human theirs, and theirs alone. But his mate was a virgin, and needed serious prep and care. Gritting his teeth, Payson forced his body back a step. Land mewled at the loss of sensation, testing Payson’s control.

Damn, it’d been so long since he hadn’t just acted on instinct, but first he had to make certain his lover was ready—very, very ready. Payson wasn’t big by shifter standards, but he still sported a healthy, thick seven and a half inch dick. He’d measured.

Using his grip on Land’s hip, and one on his arm, Payson maneuvered Land around to the back of the couch. “So you like uniforms,” he muttered.

Land moaned, his gaze returning to the men on screen. The security guard had the thief tied to a wooden chair and was feeding him his dick. The thief sucked enthusiastically while the guard egged him on.

Payson grabbed the lube and bent his mate over the back of the couch. He used a foot to open Land’s stance, then felt for his entrance and slipped a finger inside. Land groaned and clenched. Payson wished he could feel that on his bare dick, hating having to use a condom until he explained things.

He leaned over Land and murmured into his ear, “Should I get a uniform like that?” He slid his finger in all the way and waited. Land made an indistinct sound, but his chute relaxed a bit. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Payson continued. “I’ll tie you to a chair, or maybe my bed, and feed you my dick.” He worked his finger in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed. “I’ll squat over your face and feed you my balls. You’d suck ‘em so good, wouldn’t you,” he crooned.

Land whined and rocked back onto his finger.

Payson slid a second digit into Land.

The guard on the screen grunted, bucked his hips, and came. The thief swallowed every drop of his seed. The guard grabbed the thief’s hair, not letting him pull away, and told him to keep sucking until he was hard again.

A strangled noise escaped Land, and Payson grinned. “Like that, huh?” He slipped a third finger into the man’s ass as he tugged Land’s earlobe with his teeth. With his other hand, he reached around and fondled Land’s dick. “You hard and weeping for me or those men?” he whispered.

He referred to how the security guard had moved the thief so he was on all fours over the very painting he’d tried to steal. The guard was fucking the thief in slow, even strokes, telling him how he’d never get money for the painting once he was done with him.